Boss Hogg Outlawz - Freestyle (Track 18) lyrics

rate me

Killa nigga (yeah) ay..

[Kyleon]

These nine shots from a 9 Glock, will put you in a pine box

On your back in paradise, mama trying to find plots

Fuck with me your time's out, better try to find cops

I'll have your family over the bed asking, (is he fine doc)

The flat line's out, they finna come and give you nine shocks

I'll have ya ass in heaven walking around, trying to find Pac

I'm not a martial artist, fuck with me you'll get your spine chopped

I'll have ya ass in heaven walking around, trying to find Pac

I'm not a martial artist, fuck with me you'll get your spine chopped

I'll have ya ass in heaven walking around, trying to find Pac

I'm not a martial artist, fuck with me you'll get your spine chopped

I look for trouble, like a dope fiend trying to find rocks

So when the nine's cocked, I'm punching the clock I'm ready to work

And lift niggaz spirits, like Pastors preaching in church

They call me the nurse, cause I'm the cat you see when you're hurting

Front you a few zones, so you can get back working

Front you a few zones, so you can get back working

Front you a few zones, so you can get back working

He's back black, the black cat

Serving you half-dollar flap jacks, posted up where the crack's at

I got young niggaz that hustle, put it in they backpack

With that cheese, purple Gator-aid vanilla extracts

Got gorillas that tech pack, in a tinted Lex black

Get green from the dread heads, white from them wetbacks

I'm at Ace, grinding where the check's at

I'm short stopping your licks, you better respect that nigga

Back on the block, I'm like Quincy Jones

You fuck with Kyleon sucker, I empty chrome

Fuck with Kyleon sucker, I empty chrome

Fuck with Kyleon sucker, I empty chrome

Leave you inside your brome, with a empty dome

My bullets make your mind go blank, like a empty phone nigga